Wednesday, March 20, 1996

I came home last night from class, ate a little, and sat down and read for awhile. I was falling asleep over my book, so I went upstairs and sat in front of the computer and tried to write something, but my brain was basically asleep. So I gave up and went to bed. I know I had dreams, but I didn't remember any of them this morning. And there's snow on the ground today. Altogether not what I would have wished for the first day of Spring. At least the sun's shining.

I was looking for something last night and found a booklet on runes that I had compiled for my own use a year or so ago. I think that I'll convert it to HTML and upload it here, in case anyone's interested. Micki gave me a set of runes a couple of years ago, and I've really enjoyed using them. I don't know that there's any real magic to them, but it's a fun way to access my own intuition. I get some amazing insights from them sometimes.

I'm reading a book called Tales from the Great Turtle, which is an anthology of Native American fantasy. One of my great reading interests is what's called "magical realism," where normal people become involved in fantastic situations. There's a story in this book called Snake Medicine by Caroline Rhodes, wherein a Health Department investigator and a Native American environmentalist team up to solve a health crisis on the reservation. The successful method turns out to be a peyote-induced vision:

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ray asked, holding a plastic sandwich bag containing objects that looked like buttons off a wool cardigan.

She thought of being able to know right now what path they should go down, what would keep people from dying, people who were already in the hospital, who would be dead by the time they figured this thing out: the book-reading girl with the shy smile who would die while the wheels of science and medicine ground slowly, slowly, plodding through every possible test, even the ones that weren't relevant. If she were able to cut through all that and have some direction, some intuition to find the pattern, she might save the girl.

"Yes, I'm sure."

I do love words and the ideas they invoke. The words I love today: strength, safety, trust, warmth, comfort, depth, protection, touch.

sun

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